syncopated.

busy; trials

been busy drowning in hw and thinking about the trials this weekend. first sl says he's sailing, then ssf tells him that he can't sail for fear of causing greater injury.

from what i've been told, he's a rapist when it blows more than 20 in the mornings.


when i walked into the school corridor first thing this morning, i heard milton screeching that orgasmic solo of 'the spirit carries on'. certainly kickstarts the day.

a quote i suddenly remembered, thanks to a classmate of mine. a few weeks ago the barber paid our school a visit.

unfortunately for alex, the teachers didn't like his locks. so off they went.

"they can call my parents, give me detention, i dun care, they can give me demerit point, suspend me, i also dun care, but they cannot fucking cut my hair"


i've decided to recap a bit more...:

1/1

start off the year waking at 11, watching a cheap rent-out teen flick called "going down", eating cereal and soup in bed - doing nothing.

All day
Staring at the ceiling
Makin' friends with shadows on my wall

All night
Hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

things we do in our free time:

cards - we played every concievable game, including team daidi, 1v1 bridge, stress, poker, guess the number; even a new game called hogging, which was thought of by yours truly.

ps2 - courtesy of zhen's angmoh friend. played gt4 - who drifts wins. nice racing car game, very difficult though. rugby was ok. we wanted to rent burnout takedown but it wouldn't work, despite jeanette and victoria's enthusiasm.

trucks! (or 18 wheels of steel, as maxi prefers it called) - boring but slightly addictive game on his laptop. drive trucks, deliver trailers.

movies, tv

vic has this naughty hidden streak in her; delights in crashing my trucks into oblivion.

fingaircondripsonmylopsidedbed.howtosleep. maxihastopayaus$120forthedamages
andhecan'tfindhis$100.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me
And I'm feelin' good

3/1

i thought of this while eating yoghurt for breakfast with my two roomates still in bed.

last night, jeanette, quek, maxi and i were looking at our results on the internet. she was trying to convince maxi that the laser radial was of a very high standard, especially when the sailors were so big sized.

maxi countered by pointing out that almost all the top 15 in the full rig had qualified for gold fleet in the world championships in brazil.

i think the problem here is respect (homie.). our sailors are intimidated by the big aussies, the unfamiliar environment, the strong wind, the big names, the fact that they're sailing aus nats. the result is that - i see jeanette and yi hong shying away from the line. and from what i hear from giba, maxi has been making terrible starts, on the wrong end too. which is uncharacteristic. zhen's starts have been ok, but his bane is the downwind, and i have a feeling he's intimidated by that too.

some respect is needed, enough to acknowledge that... hey! you're a good sailor... but try to prove that... but so am i!

cuz at the moment some of us are as good as laying a red carpet out to the finish line for the stars.

sick of maxi's playlist.

i've heard our 'theme song' 'here without you' like 10 times this trip already.

11/1

ok. i haven't written in a week.

on the 4th and 5th we had the finals of the nationals, with vic, yi hong and i in the gold fleet.

i had an exciting 6th in 18 knots, and a 46th, which was after i bruised myself getting caught up in someone else's capsize in 25 knots.

a 10th and a 7th on the second day saw me move up to 12th place and 3rd youth! as well as a red lycra which i'm not very sure what to do with.

(at this part i wrote a very long rant on the terrible logistics of the trip.)

practice race on the 6th (no kidding). the wind came from this particular direction that created huge swells. it was straight out of some billabong surfing ad. hanging on for dear life on the waves. i'd give a lot to hold on to that feeling.

*holds on.

Strummed at 9:57 PM (x)